It’s the time of the year when most of the internet decides to look back on the year. When I do that one of the first things I see is the summer afternoon where I curled up on my bed, clutched my childhood stuffed animal (a mouse I call Eekers), and listened to one of my first punk rock albums: The Swingin’ Utters’ A Juvenile Product of the Working Class. I found much comfort as those songs transported me back to middle school days.
Do you remember middle school? Yeah, it was nightmare. But I still found that better than the state I was in. So when I look back on the year that was, it looks pretty miserable, and for the first time in years I am actually looking forward to the New Year’s holiday.
New Year’s Eve is probably my least favorite holiday. Rosh Hashanah, which I know nothing about, I like more than New Year’s Eve. Columbus day, where we celebrate a man who slaughtered a bunch of people for no good reason, ok, well that one I like less than New Year’s Eve, but everything else is above New Year’s on the list.
It always seemed like an unnecessary and pointless holiday, and I’ve had far too many terrible ones. But I’m not one to shit on anyone’s good time. So for the past few years I’ve politely declined invitations for New Year’s and have spent the evening reading and in bed well before midnight like the old miser I’m sure to become.
This year is different though. I have had a far less than stellar year, as you may have read, and there’s still a bunch of stuff that I haven’t mentioned on here. Despite my belief in New Year’s being an arbitrary marking of the passing of time no different than any of the other 364 days of the year, I am looking forward to that mark that means 2014 is something I can put behind me.
Don’t get me wrong, I will look back fondly on the good times I did get to have, and I know all the shit is something I can learn and grow from, but seriously, it’s time to move on. I think the best way to do this is to spend the evening rocking out with one of my all-time favorite bands, The Bouncing Souls. And wouldn’t you know it, they’re playing a show, in my home town, on New Year’s Eve! Some would call that fate, or luck, or coincidence. I call it a good time.
If you’re looking for New Year’s plans, come on down to the Bluebird theater and join me for some punk rock. Whatever you’re doing, stay safe and enjoy yourself. I hope your 2015 is better than your 2014.
I’m certain mine will be.
I’d like to end this with something I’ve always said: Cheers, assface!